The Boy with the Motorbike

By Cupido

Woman on woman. Man on man. Bisexuality. Queer. Some people have never questioned whether they're gay or not. Others are in a straight marriage with kids when suddenly their best friend makes their nipples harden or their cock erect. This is an erotic short story collection from Cupido. The collection includes the following short stories:"They were both about 20 years old and were just as tall as each other. Despite having different skin colours, they both shared a common interest." Towards the Sun by Manu Seppänen"He thought about how little he had spoken to her younger brother over the past few years. When the opportunity came up to hang out alone together, he took it." The Boy with the Motorbike by Tarald Stein"He went to work on Saturday expecting nothing out of the ordinary. Then Kjetil showed up and changed everything." - Boy Sex at Work by Bisexual, Sørlandet-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Oct 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726435849

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The Boy With The Motorbike

The Boy With The Motorbike

Original title:

Mot sola. Gutten med motorsykkelen. Guttesex på jobb.

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ISBN: 9788726435849

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Towards the Sun

by Manu Seppänen

I don’t sit at the back of the bus often as it’s usually noisy there. If it isn’t old men drinking booze, it’s rowdy teenagers making a load of noise. Buses in the USA are very divided, and you soon learn the rules fast.

I don’t like sitting at the front either as it’s mostly elderly women with blue hair who sit there. They cling to their bags and stare suspiciously at anyone who gets too close. Instead, I sit a couple of seats behind the back door. It’s the right place for me.

The bus isn’t even half-full when it drives out of Port Authority, the biggest bus station in Manhattan. Pretty soon, we leave New York and start the journey along the endless highways towards the warmth and sun.

It’s April and spring is in full swing down south. In fact, I heard that it’s so warm in